I drew the blankets over my head and tried to think of Christmas. But the grey face still followed me. It murmured, and I understood that it desired to confess something. I felt my soul receding into some pleasant and vicious region; and there again I found it waiting for me.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 429 | 2014-02-10 21:28:42 | 47.09 | 92% |
| 244 | 2014-01-29 20:33:21 | 46.63 | 93% |